Alone in my room I thought about betrayal. But
what did I really owe Elizabeth? It wasn’t like I was
ditching responsibility for our child. Bryant was
the Father. This still stung. There was definitely
some chemistry between Clarissa and me. She
clearly cared. I’d seen into her eyes. Let things
bloom, I thought. We were doing nothing criminal.
I appreciated Clarissa’s kindnesses. She didn’t
have any other boyfriends, so far as I could tell.
There was a welcome wholesomeness about her.
She didn’t come with baggage like Elizabeth did.
I wouldn’t thwart romance between us. It was
decided. I’d spruce up my appearance the next day,
and happily see what transpired between us.


Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist